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Love
04:03
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If all it is is breath,
What's such the pain of death?
The neurons fire and synapse wire
In eloquent design.
And yet we try
To quantify
The meaning of what happens
All if no one is around.
If all for not,
No riot hums
In distant shores;
No coup d'état.
I forgot
The weathered hands
Of space and time
Will smooth again
For what is love?
But hate sent on a different path?
The senses flash and all we do's
Present a new history.
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Maybe it's that time of year,
But there's something that I feel won't go away if I ostrich.
Maybe it's something that I fear
Can't get me out of here. Or appear my bourgeois best.
It's stopping at the stop, putting forks in the lawn,
Throwing toilet paper all over the house!
I want to see what's been going on with you...
In another holiday heart we'll be puking our guts out;
Telling each other how we truly feel.
In another...
We'll be puking our guts out;
Preparing another last meal.
Baby it's that time of year,
But there's something that I feel won't go away even though I ostrich.
Maybe it's something that I fear
Can't get me out of here. Or appear my bourgeois best.
It's stopping at the stop, putting forks in the lawn,
Throwing toilet paper all over the house!
I want to see what's been going on!
It's egging the cars, it's huffing paint,
Spending the night at your lady's residence!
I want see what's been going on with you in another holiday heart.
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3. |
Compliance
04:21
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Solitary old mill buildings scare me
Standing above the trees in the ravine- or is it me?
I don't want to judge the bones that stir-
Are they glaring at me while I gaze back at them?
A fine tooth comb through the waterbed tells me it isn't in my head
But it belongs there.
It belongs in an institution to gather education about nothing and gather webs...
I realize I'm supposed to be a lie to live among;
Short of response I'll hear it once and forget.
Hey wrecking ball at the side of the wall-
Deus ex Machina.
I don't want to pop the pill that becomes me
Where do I go when they take off?
Do I follow you through to the doorway to outside?
Or do I wait and gather webs...
A fine tooth comb through the waterbed tells me it isn't in my head but it belongs there:
It belongs in an institution to gather education about nothing and gather webs...
I realize I'm supposed to be a lie to live among
Short of response I'll say it once and forget.
Hey wrecking ball at the side of the wall-
Deus ex machine.
Deus ex machina.
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Amsterdamn
05:19
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It's a thought I had
And a truth I bent;
It isn't your fault.
I can't pretend that it is.
Roll your eyes like dice.
See what you're gambling;
You can't intend what is.
I'm not scared of your skeletons;
When I look through the crack I see my inventions.
Say the answer.
Nothing better come between the here and after.
Say I'm sorry
No I'm not me.
I'm holding the key to your heart-
Unlock the closet.
If you come along to the finish line,
We might look past the past and see the intentions.
I'm not scared.
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